You are now Eridan.
This is complete and utter fucking bullshit. Not only did you have to bear witness to that hideous display of affection between some nerd and your ex, but now you're stuck cleaning classrooms with some bitch who's intent on getting to know you for some reason. Where does she get off, trying to force you into conversation like that? You shouldn't have to even be near someone like HER.
You growl a bit as you spray the whiteboard with some stupid liquid that removes the dry erase marker residue. You watch the liquid inch it's way downward, leaving a trail of translucence in its wake. You just stare at the drops until they reach their end, pooling up where the teacher sets the dry erase markers not in use.
"Are you gonna clean the damn thing or just watch the whiteboard cry?" Phaedra asks, and you jump because since when was she standing next to you? She nods her head with an amused grin and takes her cloth, rubbing the liquid away and scrubbing the remaining dry erase marker from the white surface. You mumble some expletives under your breath, just loud enough so she can decipher them. You're hoping she'll take the hint, but then again, you've been dropping similar hints for the past hour and a half and she hasn't noticed. Or maybe she just doesn't care.
"The faster you get this done, the faster you can leave. That is, unless you're intentionally doing a shitty job just to spend more time with me," she says with a wink, making you gag, "You know, if you're that desperate to spend time with me, we could always do something OUTSIDE of detention."
You groan and pick up speed. After this there were only two more whiteboards to clean, so you figure afterwards she'll be out of your gorgeous hair until the next day. Satisfied with your cleaning, you push past her and enter the next room, quickly spraying down the white surface and wiping away the marker residue. She doesn't bother following you into this room and instead gets started on the next room, which you're thankful for because that means it'll get things done quicker.
You finish this board and walk down to the janitors closet, putting the cleaning supplies back. You don't see any sign of Phaedra, and you're hoping that you'll be able to sneak out without her seeing you. You round various corners until you finally see the double doors leading out of the building. With one more glance over your shoulder, you bolt out of the building with a smile on your face. She was actually gone! She was-
"You're pretty gorgeous when ya smile. You should try being happy more often buddy."
Oh dear lord, of COURSE she'd be waiting outside for you! How stupid of you to expect anything else. You turn to glare at her and cross your arms, to which she frowns. Could it be that your point has finally gotten across?
"I'll be honest, even before yesterday, you've interested me. You never seem happy about anything. Why is that?" she inquires, stepping forward and using her eyes to analyze your face. You take a step back when she gets too close, but she just gets closer and you wonder why she's even trying to talk to you. Why was she so serious all of a sudden? Then that same cocky grin takes over and any trace of sympathy is erased entirely.
"C'mon dude, we're getting lunch," she tells you, grabbing your wrist and tugging you behind her. She's surprisingly strong, so there isn't really anything you can do but run your mouth.
"I already ate lunch today you cunt," you lie, but she doesn't even flinch. She just keeps pulling you until you're at the parking lot.
"That's bullshit and you know it dude. You got in trouble for fighting, but there was no fight at lunch other than mine, meaning that you were NOT at lunch," she says, and it pisses you off. Then you quickly think of something else to say while the two of you stand in front of a black motorcycle with blue flames.
"I have second lunch shift."
"We have the same fourth period and the same lunch dipshit," she says, and you're pretty sure she's lying because you don't remember her being in Physical Science with you, "I sit in the very back with Troi, no wonder you don't see me. Whatever, if you don't wanna eat, then tell me where you live so I can take you home. Now put this on and get on the bike."
She hands you a purple helmet and climbs on the bike, steadying it with her feet. You pout because you know the helmet is going to ruin your hair, but the only alternative way you can get home is walking, so you give the address. Your older brother drove you to school today and he was too busy going on some date with some fag who's name you can't remember, probably being sickos at your house.
With the helmet now on, you sit behind her on the bike and begrudgingly wrap your arms around her waist. You notice that she's not wearing a helmet of her own, which is so not fucking fair. Why do you have to look stupid and she gets to look better? Still stupid, just not as much.
"Wwhy the fuck do I got to wwear this an' you don't?" you bitch as she starts the motorcycle and kicks up the stand. She chuckles and revs the vehicle, ignoring you in favor of pulling out of the parking lot. Once you're on the town road, she scoots back a bit and yells, "I gotta make sure you get home alive, don't I?"
You grunt and tighten your arms around her as the death machine called a motorcycle lurches forward. She just cackles like a maniac when you do, and once you're dropped off you decide that you should just drive to school on your own from now on.